~ Past separated them, now pain will bring them together.~
A teenager Sofia Hayden, experiencing her falling apart family isolated herself slowly from everything that she held dear, especially from her best friend Max Wilder who had just realized hi...
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"No, Max. I'm extremely busy today. The new staffs need to be taught a lot of things here, steering them is tough job. Also I need to rush to the supermarket like right now to buy some crockery and then to the opposite end of the city to threaten the butcher who supplies me meat. The jerk has sent lower quality items yet again," Sofia said in between mouthfuls of handmade sandwich, holding the phone tightly to her ear with her free hand. "Can't today. Let's go to the Hayden House tomorrow, it's just clothes anyway."
"That means another day of you loitering around in torn clothes," Max said from the other side of the phone. "I don't like it one bit, Sof. You know it would be a hell lot easier and practical if you just let me buy you a couple of dresses, just tell me your damn size, woman!"
"Hey, keep that attitude to yourself. Okay?" Sofia snapped, slamming down the sandwich on her plate and pushing it away. "I don't want you to buy me dresses. I'm perfectly capable of providing for myself."
"Then why aren't you doing it already?" he countered.
"Because I'm saving my money for something far more important than buying pretty dresses for myself—" and she bit her lip, regretting letting it out. She just hoped he wouldn't catch on. But then again, if he did, what the hell would it cause? It wasn't like she was doing anything wrong!
"And what is this something may I ask that you want so badly?"
Pay the debt that's ceaselessly weighing her down. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Something, that is pretty important to me," she chose the path of discretion.
For some reason she was wary of telling him about her decision to pay the debt back to his father—or him. Enough had already transpired because of that ominous money, no wonder the subject always made her sweat.
"You'll know eventually," she added absentmindedly and heard Max sigh, then chuckle.
"Oh, Sof, you just have to be so full of mysteries all the time. It's annoyingly cute, do you know that?" he mused. "Now, stay safe till I see you home later. Have to head out for the court in a minute."
Sofia cut the call with a bye and slumped back into her chair, her fingers lazily traced the cracked line on her phone screen. She sighed at the sight of the water colored cello-tapes she'd pasted over the cracks. There were many other issues in her life as well that she had cello-taped until now, while hoping all the while that no one observed.
But there was someone in her life at the moment who she feared would rip all those cello-tapes off and make her see things exactly how they were. Not just the worsts or the bests, he had the power since forever to bring out all the extremes from her. And he didn't know the teenager Sof had been scared shitless sensing that.
Max had always been her darkness that she fought and her light that she engulfed.
Parking on the curb near the market Sofia was just getting out of her car when she saw a woman who seemed awfully familiar.
